She Wolf

  She WolfBitch of the steppesSniffed the air.Weaned cubsAt the cusp of emergenceFrolicked oblivious at her feet. The air carried the scent of lust,She growled low in her throatUnable to defer the moistening of her loins.He smelled her unbidden desireResponding with ever tightening circlesFilling her territory with his scentMarking with cocked leg his assumed right. She was tired and pad sore butShe let him approachShe watched him cuff the cubs in playful dismissal,They slunk away.She nipped as he drew nearerHe circled againSoft muzzle touching fur. Intemperate carnalityFrom depths she didn’t understandEngulfed her.She stood while he mountedHis urgency fuelling a short moment of rapture.Seeding her,He left.The cubs rejoined their motherLooking on as the male departedAs the one who had fathered them had done.Gone and she was left alone, licking herselfTo balance the smells.She flicked her tailSending redolence scentTo the next passing male.Primordial needs met.